When I was about 2,3,4 years post I used to go out dancing with friends, cousins and family members. Back in the mid-70s there used to be a lot of places to go out dancing and listen to live bands. Colleen, my cousin and neighbor next door, was one year older than me and had an Opel GT two seater. It wasn't easy, but she would jam my manual chair in the back seat, as it were. When we got to the nightclub, which had a gravel driveway, she had very long black hair and giggled quite a bit, she was hysterical to be around. Colleen got out of the car walked around open my door and leaned my seat forward as far as it would go, so she could get out my chair. As she is talking and giggling she gets her long hair stuck in my spoke's and around the wheel, and is trying to communicate this to me as she's laughing. A bouncer, for the nightclub, heard the laughing for a while and decided to investigate. "What's seams to be the problem." He asked. Colleen and her own unique way tried to explain the situation while her head was stuck in the backseat. I was kissing the dashboard and trying to stop laughing so I could explain more coherently. Finally the bouncer open the driver side door and could see what was going on, then he started laughing. Now all three of us are laughing and can't figure out how to get the situation resolved. Of course, it was resolved by a woman. She sees what's going on, pulls out a pair of scissors, that she happens to have in her purse, and cuts Colleen free. The bouncer helped Colleen get me up the eight steps to the dance floor and didn't charge us and we had a blast dancing the night away. Bobbie
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